Back from the Dead

Catching the flu, spending days in bed, is not good for ones marriage when there are little ones in the house.

So I've been out of it! I thought my head was going to explode. Pressure beyond belief. No major snot storms, like the boys which I would enter into any major Monster Truck Rally type snot blowing contest with great confidence of first and second place being ours. But amazing fatigue. Day 2 my DH decided I must be faking it or something, because he quite being nice. Of, course by this point I had decided I'd rather die than remain married to him.

But thank goodness for out of town guest. Nothing you can do but deal with them. So DH brother and family show up. His brother is a doctor. So the conversation kind of goes like this, ding-dong, I open the door, he says, "You look like hell, your sinuses are totally swollen". Gee thanks, I return to be bed but at least now DH knows I'm not faking it.

Anyway, I'm on the mend. Going out for a martini and adult-only meal; fortunately with two adults in addition to DH so I have someone to talk to. I will forgive DH by the end of the week. I will update you on the happy-go luck boys, who remain in the season of snot (Sept-May) with amazing skill and shooting ability tomorrow.

And the boys are glad I'm back to an upright position and have asked to go sit in Santa's lap. So yeah, hopefully up to 80% tomorrow so we can brave Macy's!